There is a county in Daxia.

There is a grave in the county.

There is a gravekeeper at the tomb, named Yu Chen.

It was a cold winter day, at dusk.

In the Qingfeng Mausoleum, there are mottled tombstones and stubborn weeds. In the silence, only a few unknown wild birds overhead are circling noisily, as if they are trying to find something to eat in this cold winter month.

But the people buried in Qingfeng Mausoleum are all poor people and nameless corpses. Where is the fat meat for them to feast on?

To be honest, at the gate of the cemetery, under the door of the earthen house, on a small bench, a shabby young man with good features was holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

But the wild birds probably looked down on the white porridge, which was as clear as water. After wandering around for two times, they fluttered their wings and flew away.

Not long after, under the setting sun, the sound of footsteps broke the silence.

The stalwart corpse mover wore linen clothes and a yellowed sweat towel, and two thick hemp ropes were tied under his armpits. The hemp ropes were connected to the old cart, which creaked as he dragged it.

There was a person lying on the cart.

Taking a closer look, he was in his fifties, with a stooped body, stiff limbs, a pale complexion, a smile on his face, and frost between his mouth and nose. How could he be a living person?

The corpse mover walked to the mausoleum, nodded to the boy eating porridge, pulled the body into the cemetery, found an open space, took off the shovel from the cart, and started digging a hole.

The young man eating the porridge moved his eyes to the frozen corpse and noticed that it looked familiar. When he thought about it carefully, he saw that it was the beggar on the dry bridge in the county town at the foot of the mountain who had been begging for food all year round.

Looking at that, I'm afraid he's freezing to death.

"Sin..." The young man drank the bowl of porridge in one gulp, sighed, turned around and went back to the house.

When he came out again, the corpse mover had buried the beggar's body in the soil, and a wooden tablet was inserted diagonally on the grave, but nothing was written on it.

No name or surname.

Maybe there is, but no one knows.

The young man looked at this brand-new grave, a little lost in thought.

——Half a year from now, will I be buried somewhere on the exile road like the beggar in front of me?

His name is Yu Chen, and he is temporarily the tombkeeper of Qingfeng Mausoleum in Weishui County.

But logically speaking, the job of visiting graves is not popular, so why do we say it is temporary?

Because Yu Chen is a criminal.

As the name suggests, descendants of sinners.

When he was a child, Yu Chen's parents worked as errands, but when he was five years old, they committed something unknown and were taken to the execution ground and beheaded.

The last thing Yu Chen saw of them was two angry-eyed heads, spraying hot blood, rolling several times in the air and then smashing into the snow.

Later, Yu Chen was also implicated and became a descendant of sinners.

According to the criminal laws of Daxia, those who commit crimes against a household will be exiled to Mobei when they are twenty years old.

——This is not because the court is benevolent, but because he is under twenty years old and has no strong body. It is impossible for him to make it to Mobei alive.

Although Yu Chen had never left the Weishui River, and he didn't know where Mobei was, he heard from old Jianghu people who had seen the world that people who went there never came back.

This year, Yu Chen is already nineteen, and by summer, it will be the beginning of his exile.

It's also possible that it's the end of his life.

So sometimes Yu Chen would also imagine that if he lived in the world of his "last life", at least he wouldn't be implicated in the crime of his relatives, right?

Yes, in addition to the identity of this miserable criminal, there is also a memory in Yu Chen's mind that does not belong to him at all.

Memories from another world.

Ever since Yu Chen could remember things, some inexplicable memories would appear in his mind from time to time.

A steel box with four wheels that can run on its own is called a car; a mirror that can see other people's faces thousands of miles away is called a mobile phone; a moving picture is called a TV... Those memories are confusing and inexplicable, but as more and more people come to see them,

Emerging, gradually outlining another world, another person's life memories.

These memories are influencing Yu Chen subtly.

For example, when thinking about one's identity as a criminal, the world's understanding will say - if the king wants his ministers to die, the ministers have to die, not to mention the people?

But another memory will always give rise to some treacherous thoughts.

Do princes and generals like Xiang Ning have the guts?

The man was so angry that his blood splattered three feet!

The emperor takes turns, come to my house this year!

But even though these rebellious thoughts would arise in Yu Chen's heart, he never mentioned them to anyone.

Because the memory of two lives made him understand that even if he really wants to rebel, he must have power, money, people, or he must be the mythical... cultivator in the legend.

But as a criminal, Yu Chen had nothing.

He cannot study, practice martial arts, engage in business, or be an official. He can only make a living by doing some low-level jobs, such as looking at graves.

Yu Chen started to look at Qingfengling Mausoleum when he was thirteen, which lasted more than six years.

This year is already his last year.

Shaking his head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts, Yu Chen opened the door and entered the house.

But suddenly, another unfamiliar memory flooded into his mind.

After sorting it out, he found that this was his last memory in his "previous life" - he died in a car accident while riding in a vehicle called a car.

At this point, all the memories of the "previous life" were known to Yu Chen.

"Is this because you know that I am not going to die very soon, so you want me to see all of my previous life?"

Yu Chen laughed at himself.

I thought that the memory of the so-called "last life" ended here.

But what he was about to know was that everything had just begun.

Just when the last memory flooded into his mind, Yu Chen felt his head spinning.

Passed out.

It was as if I was in a dream, and as if I had entered my own spirit, which was completely dark.

Just when Yu Chen was in a daze, a huge scroll appeared in the void. It was completely black and gold, surrounded by black and white light, depicting a scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

Unfold slowly.

In an instant, a mysterious and ancient picture appeared in front of Yu Chen's eyes.

Shrouded in thick fog, a rough and cold stone bridge connected over the mighty river. At the end of the stone bridge, two rows of sky pillars that looked like they were made of green copper stood, guarding a cold and towering tower.

The dark hall.

At the same time, the ethereal and solemn chanting echoed in Yu Chen's ears.

"Holy unrighteousness, for the sake of one's own desires, to break the cycle of reincarnation, to replenish oneself, to the point where the laws of heaven collapse and life and death are impermanent..."

The sound was rumbling, like roaring, also like mourning, and seemed to have magic power, which made Yu Chen feel a deep sadness and anger in his heart.

But that feeling only passed away in a flash.

The dream is broken.

When Yu Chen opened his eyes again, he still saw a simple room in front of him, with a bed, an old yellow wooden table, and embers and smoke on a dilapidated stove.

"What weird dream?"

Although it was a dream, everything I saw just now was vivid and so real.

Yu Chen shook his head and muttered to himself.

Then, he lay down on the rickety old bed and prepared to sleep.

In a trance, half asleep and half awake, it is the time for a good dream.

However, Yu Chen heard the sound of crying, echoing in his ears, which seemed almost far away, cold, misty, and gloomy.

"Hungry……"

"So hungry..."

"Cinnamon cod..."

The cold sound is endless.

Yu Chen opened his eyes in a daze.

The scene in front of him made him excited and made him completely sleepless!

I saw a ghost figure crawling on the dusty ground beside the bed, with a pale face, disheveled hair, and salivation!

Doesn't that look exactly like the beggar who was buried during the day?

It was surrounded by white mist and spewed out cold air, surrounding his ears, almost making Yu Chen freeze to death!

In the critical moment, he picked up a heavy object beside his pillow and was so angry!

"Enemy creditor! Go find the person who took your life! Don't cause trouble here, otherwise you will be reported to the Qi Bureau tomorrow and ask the Taoist Master to get rid of you!"

But the ghost seemed not to understand his words, and just kept humming,

"Gui cod... Gui cod..."

Getting closer!

At this moment, Yu Chen was already fighting with two forces, but he couldn't think of a way to break the situation!

Seeing that the situation is at stake!

But a sudden change occurred!

I saw the heavy object he had picked up earlier, buzzing and vibrating!

Yu Chen turned around and saw that the scroll in his dream had been held in his hand at some point. It was shaking as if it was about to fly high!

Somehow, Yu Chen put his hands down!

The black gold scroll immediately flew into the sky, opened suddenly, and the golden light shone brightly!

It's like an endless suction force is coming, sucking the ghosts on the ground into it!

Then Huaguang restrained himself, no longer showing any signs of miraculousness, and fell firmly into Yu Chen's hands.

The young man looking at the grave still has lingering fear and his heart beats like a drum!

He slowly unfolded the scroll and saw the endless scrolls inside, and the names of the scrolls emerged in his mind.

The life and death of heaven and earth, the cycle of all things, was wasted in writing, and it is called reincarnation.

——The Book of Saviors!

I saw that in the book titled "Saving People", in the mist, on the bank of the underworld, the creeping ghost figure went there!

At the same time, at the beginning of the scroll, a line of smoky gray words appeared.

[Book Holder: Yu Chen]

[Position: None]

[Dao Xing: None]

[Supernatural power: none]

After that, there is a line of floating text that is faintly visible.

【Nine levels of wishes】

【Lihe mandarin cod】

[Time limit: twelve o'clock]

[There will be a reward at the end of the matter]

The text was quite concise, but Yu Chen somehow understood its meaning.

To put it in layman's terms, the ghost's wish is to eat a mandarin cod from the Li River. You can fetch it for him within twelve hours. After the wish is fulfilled, there will be benefits.

Kneading the Book of Readings with his hands, the material looked like gold but not gold, and looked like cloth but not cloth. With the experience of two lives, Yu Chen calmed down a little.

The common sense of this life told him that if something went wrong, there must be a demon, and he would report it to the government. If he had merit, he would not be able to offset his sins and live a peaceful life.

But the cognition of the previous life made me curse!

I'll pay you back!

Anyone who has seen the starting point knows this!
Chapter completed!